„Stayyyy back!“ the loudspeakers are blaring. “Dooors are cloooosing!“ A fast pulsating red light lights up above each door of the new underground trains. Inside and out. There is a beep that rises and falls in rhythm with the light, sounding as if it had previously served as a high-level alarm tone in a high-security laboratory for biological warfare agents. Total lethal viral outbreak!
At every stop, this sound is heard – and every passenger has to record this panic alarm in their tissues over and over again. Again and again, again and again. As often as the line has stations.
But that’s how it’s supposed to be. Everyone is supposed to be startled. „Stayyyy back!“ Everybody shall be panic-stricken to make the doors free to close. “Dooors are cloooosing!“ The train has its beat. At this pace it chases through its tunnel. The beat counts. Man must not disturb it. Never. He must become part of the beat of the machine. To this end, he must be shaken to the core by every potential misbehaviour, his stress level must be mercilessly and ruthlessly increased. The beat, that’s what counts. Whether the human being’s last nerves are torn apart is irrelevant. Because the machine drives for itself and no longer for the human being. The beat counts. No complications. The human being is turned into a soulless part of the machine and its goal, smooth functioning. They all have to function smoothly. If not voluntarily or unfocused, then with increasing violence. „Stayyyy back!“ “Dooors are cloooosing!“ Conceived by the uncaring technicians of our tech age. They introduce this sort of thing at every level of life where man does not keep time with the machine. Preventive. For everyone. Precisely for notorious problem cases.